The past follows, stalks, hunts relentless, endless, exhausting pursuit. Like a suffocating fog, overwhelming, overpowering thick with despair and blackened with memories it leaves its prey cornered, heaving, and gasping for peace in the labyrinth of the present. Fear, dread, panic, a pleading struggle until finally, a submergence, a drowning in the depths of melancholy. Relentless, endless, exhausting the pursued the past follows, the past stalks, the past Hunts.
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This poem was submitted for the "Poetry for the Mind's Joy" project and is reproduced here with permission from the author. All rights reserved. Poetry for the Mind's Joy is Poet Laureate Kay Ryan's project that includes a community college poetry contest administered by the Community College Humanities Association and a lively videoconference.
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Jena Bender
Glen Oaks Community College, Centreville, MI
Faculty Advisor: Lucy Zimmerman